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sga_flashficAnother one. Hmmm, these are addictive.
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aithine for beta duties above and beyond (and for explaining Unix file permissions and scripts to me ... repeatedly). More thanks to blade_girl for reading it even though she has never seen an episode of the show. *g*
This one is post-Trinity. Rodney has a secret. Oh, and it's gen.
Rodney spent extra time making sure the file was completely secure. No one would be able to hack this one, not even Radek. Then, he wrote a script that would send it to its recipient. He had thought of triggering it with the opening of his electronic will, but deemed that fundamentally unreliable based on the history of the Stargate program. Death was almost a rite of passage for anyone on a first contact team. So, not the will then. Instead, the script would send the file after six months of no logins to the server with his user ID. That should cover just about any eventuality.
Satisfied that he had done everything he could to protect the entry, Rodney settled back to read it one last time before locking it away in the server.
Sam,
You know, I spent almost ten minutes trying to decide how to address this. Lieutenant Colonel sounded too formal, so did Samantha. Maybe if I wasn't feeling so – well, be happy I didn't call you Blondie. Huh, just realized it doesn't really matter what I call you, I'll be dead when you get this, so, uh, anyway.
I suppose by now you've read the mission reports on the Arcturus experiment. No, no, that's just social twaddle. I know you've read the reports. I zipped all the information to send to you myself. I wanted to make sure you got all the raw data, along with the finished reports. The weapon's potential – well, I thought you might be the only one who could possibly understand.
I meant what I said when I called you an artist. You remember that, don't you? Oh god, I hope you remember that, otherwise you're probably calling me an egotistical idiot right now, and wondering why any conversation you had with me should be worthy of remembering. Oh, wait, dead man talking – doesn't matter. So, yes, artist. You are an artist, Samantha Carter, one of the smartestwomen people I've ever met. If anyone can understand this, it has to be you.
I ran the numbers again, Sam. Again and again. Elizabeth told me not to. Well, after she read me the riot act for destroying most of a solar system. You know, she thought it was three quarters. She seemed offended when I corrected her. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned it. So, yes, where was I? Oh, running the numbers. Radek, Zelenka that is, well, I couldn't ask him to review it with me. He might still be smarting from that professional jealousy remark. But he really is the best person I've worked with, other than you of course. Still, he wasn't inclined to assist me in any way. Although, he seems to be coming around a bit now. Good man, Zelenka.
Huh, I seem to be losing the thread here a bit, don't I? Kate Heightmeyer says it's because I'm "overwrought." She keeps trying to get me to talk about my guilt and my grief. Who, exactly, does she think I'm going to discuss this with? Elizabeth looks disappointed every time she sees me, Radek, well, I guess I've covered that one, and Colonel Sheppard – doesn't trust me anymore. Good thing there's no Siberia here. And there is no way I'm going to spill my guts to some psychologist – more voodoo. So, I've been staying up nights, running the numbers. It's worth losing some sleep if it means I can –
So, the numbers, then. I need you to look at the numbers, because, oh god, please believe me. They aren't wrong. I wasn't wrong. It should have worked. In a perfect universe – no, in this universe – it should have worked. No matter what Radek says, it should have worked. And I can't explain why it didn't.
Sam, I wasn't wrong. And, if I wasn't wrong, then – the universe is. And, I don't know if I can handle that.
I just needed someone else to know this.
Rodney
Thanks to
aithine for beta duties above and beyond (and for explaining Unix file permissions and scripts to me ... repeatedly). More thanks to blade_girl for reading it even though she has never seen an episode of the show. *g*This one is post-Trinity. Rodney has a secret. Oh, and it's gen.
Rodney spent extra time making sure the file was completely secure. No one would be able to hack this one, not even Radek. Then, he wrote a script that would send it to its recipient. He had thought of triggering it with the opening of his electronic will, but deemed that fundamentally unreliable based on the history of the Stargate program. Death was almost a rite of passage for anyone on a first contact team. So, not the will then. Instead, the script would send the file after six months of no logins to the server with his user ID. That should cover just about any eventuality.
Satisfied that he had done everything he could to protect the entry, Rodney settled back to read it one last time before locking it away in the server.
Sam,
You know, I spent almost ten minutes trying to decide how to address this. Lieutenant Colonel sounded too formal, so did Samantha. Maybe if I wasn't feeling so – well, be happy I didn't call you Blondie. Huh, just realized it doesn't really matter what I call you, I'll be dead when you get this, so, uh, anyway.
I suppose by now you've read the mission reports on the Arcturus experiment. No, no, that's just social twaddle. I know you've read the reports. I zipped all the information to send to you myself. I wanted to make sure you got all the raw data, along with the finished reports. The weapon's potential – well, I thought you might be the only one who could possibly understand.
I meant what I said when I called you an artist. You remember that, don't you? Oh god, I hope you remember that, otherwise you're probably calling me an egotistical idiot right now, and wondering why any conversation you had with me should be worthy of remembering. Oh, wait, dead man talking – doesn't matter. So, yes, artist. You are an artist, Samantha Carter, one of the smartest
I ran the numbers again, Sam. Again and again. Elizabeth told me not to. Well, after she read me the riot act for destroying most of a solar system. You know, she thought it was three quarters. She seemed offended when I corrected her. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned it. So, yes, where was I? Oh, running the numbers. Radek, Zelenka that is, well, I couldn't ask him to review it with me. He might still be smarting from that professional jealousy remark. But he really is the best person I've worked with, other than you of course. Still, he wasn't inclined to assist me in any way. Although, he seems to be coming around a bit now. Good man, Zelenka.
Huh, I seem to be losing the thread here a bit, don't I? Kate Heightmeyer says it's because I'm "overwrought." She keeps trying to get me to talk about my guilt and my grief. Who, exactly, does she think I'm going to discuss this with? Elizabeth looks disappointed every time she sees me, Radek, well, I guess I've covered that one, and Colonel Sheppard – doesn't trust me anymore. Good thing there's no Siberia here. And there is no way I'm going to spill my guts to some psychologist – more voodoo. So, I've been staying up nights, running the numbers. It's worth losing some sleep if it means I can –
So, the numbers, then. I need you to look at the numbers, because, oh god, please believe me. They aren't wrong. I wasn't wrong. It should have worked. In a perfect universe – no, in this universe – it should have worked. No matter what Radek says, it should have worked. And I can't explain why it didn't.
Sam, I wasn't wrong. And, if I wasn't wrong, then – the universe is. And, I don't know if I can handle that.
I just needed someone else to know this.
Rodney
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Date: 2006-02-15 03:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-15 02:24 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it.
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Date: 2006-02-15 04:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-15 02:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-15 04:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-15 02:29 pm (UTC)This is very well written.
Thank you so much. And I must say ... it is TONS easier to write a Rodney internal monologue than a John internal monologue. Hmmm, wonder why that is? I'm sure it has nothing to do with verbal/mental diarrhea being MY default setting. *g*
Enlightenment
Date: 2006-02-15 05:30 am (UTC)Re: Enlightenment
Date: 2006-02-15 02:30 pm (UTC)Good point, but one that is hard to impress upon a genius. Thank you.
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Date: 2006-02-15 09:21 am (UTC)just wonderful.
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Date: 2006-02-15 02:32 pm (UTC)See, to me, that's Rodney. Trying to be the best is just an integral part of who he is. The fact that he isn't perfect just makes it better.
And thank you.
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Date: 2006-02-15 12:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-15 02:33 pm (UTC)Actually, I don't even know if I'd be able to write the sequel, I think
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Date: 2006-02-15 03:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-15 08:34 pm (UTC)The slaps on the back tapered off after the first three days, but the calls of "Welcome back, Dr. McKay" lingered for another two. Oddly enough, the impromptu visits from Elizabeth, Sheppard and Radek didn't end when he left the infirmary, but continued when he moved back to his quarters. Rodney was a little surprised at how much the people of Atlantis had missed him. Not that he should be surprised, of course, he was the man who had saved the city numerous times - but it had been eight months.
Rodney shuddered as he tried not to think of those eight months held captive by the Denarans. Eight months spent shuttling between a cold, dank cell and a lab full of barely functional Ancient technology. Eight months when Atlantis was convinced that he was dead, a victim of an explosion on the Denaran homeworld. Eight months that probably would have lasted the rest of his life if not for a random Wraith culling. Rodney appreciated the irony of having the Wraith to thank for his freedom.
Carson had finally cleared him to return to work, and Rodney pushed the thoughts of Denara from his mind. He could still stand to gain about twenty pounds, and grey was definitely not a good colour for his skin, but he was going back to his lab, that was what mattered.
Radek nodded and smiled as Rodney entered the lab, and Miko hurried to bring him a cup of coffee. Rodney settled at his laptop and grinned. Powering up the computer, Rodney sipped his coffee and ripped open a powerbar. Pulling up his email, he scanned the dates of the mail - most of it was from before, but there were a few notes from friends over the last few days, as well as a message with a huge attachment from Radek. Rodney nodded at his colleague and prepared to open Radek's notes on everything the science team had accomplished in the past eight months. Before he could, however, he noticed another message. Sent the day before, the subject line was "chmod640", and Rodney wondered why anyone would use a Unix file permission for a subject. Clicking on the message, Rodney stilled.
Rodney,
I got your message. More importantly, I'm thrilled to find out you're not as dead as we thought you were. If you're not careful, you'll be giving Daniel a run for his money.
Oh, and Rodney, I wanted to tell you - you're an artist too. Don't let anyone ever tell you any differently.
Sam
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Date: 2006-02-15 09:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-02-15 12:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-15 02:34 pm (UTC)Huh. That's a much better summary than mine. Maybe I should get you to write all my summaries. *g*
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Date: 2006-02-15 02:35 pm (UTC)Sam, I wasn't wrong. And, if I wasn't wrong, then – the universe is. And, I don't know if I can handle that.
Wow, yes. Very interesting.
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Date: 2006-02-15 08:00 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it.
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Date: 2006-02-15 05:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-15 08:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-02-15 11:07 pm (UTC)you got his rambling-ness just right.
I love Rodney's rambling. *g*
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Date: 2006-02-16 02:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-17 11:11 pm (UTC)Thanks.
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Date: 2006-02-19 10:16 pm (UTC)You would be in good company...;)
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Date: 2006-08-02 01:29 pm (UTC)And the not-s*****, not gonna say the evil s word, although if from the corner hadnt of asked for one i probably would have. well done!
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Date: 2006-10-12 10:54 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it. Ya know, I remember when I used to write. *sigh* Maybe rereading this will help. *g*
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Date: 2006-10-10 04:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-12 10:56 pm (UTC)Accolades
Date: 2006-10-11 03:14 am (UTC)Re: Accolades
Date: 2006-10-12 10:58 pm (UTC)I still rank "Trinity" as one of my favourite eps, and I still think there are incredible depths of emotion to mine from it. Now, if I could just write it.